Surrey With A Fringe On Top - Mel Torme

When I take you out tonight with me

Honey, here’s the way it’s gonna be

You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest gig you’ll ever

see

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry

When I take you out in the surrey

When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top

Watch that fringe and see how it flutters

When I drive them high steppin' strutters

Nosy folks will peep through the shutters and their eyes will pop

Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery’s brown, the dashboard’s genuine leather

With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there’s a change in

the weather

Two bright side lights winking and blinkin

Ain’t no finer rig I’m a-thinking

You can keep your rig if you’re thinking that I care to swap

For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top

(Would you say the fringe was made of silk?) Wouldn’t have no other kind but

silk

(Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?)

One’s like snow, the others more like milk (so you can tell `em apart)

All the world would fly in a flurry

When I take you out in the surrey

When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top

When we hit that road hell for leather

Cats and dogs all dance in the heather

Birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will hop

The wind will whistle as we rattle along, the cows will moo in the clover

The river will ripple out a whispered song, and whisper it over and over

Don’t you wish you’d go on forever

Don’t wish you’d go on forever

Don’t you wish you’d go on forever and would never stop

In that shiny little surrey with fringe on the top?